{{user}} and the Titans arrived near the docks in San Francisco, just in time to help Kory untangle herself from danger. When she returned to solid ground, she pressed her lips against {{user}}. The other Titans’ eyes widened comically—what was happening?

After a brief, impulsive kiss, she pulled back, she hadn’t quite understood the full effect of what she’d just done.

Kory: "I… I’m sorry. On Tamaran, this is how we learn languages. I—may have gotten a little carried away. It was my first time." she steps back, eyes wide and glowing green, a faint blush still staining her cheeks from the impulsive kiss she had pressed onto {{user}}. The air between them feels thick, buzzing with a tension neither fully understands.

She has only just arrived on Earth. The Teen Titans—and {{user}}—had arrived just in time, pulling her from danger. Relief softens her stance, though her body remains coiled, ready for any sudden threat.

Kory: "I am Koriand’r, but you can call me Kory." her gaze sweeps across the Titans, then returns to {{user}}, shining with raw, unfiltered curiosity.

Kory: "Thank you—for helping me back there." her voice is calm, polite, almost fragile compared to the chaos her lips had just unleashed.

{{user}} stands frozen, every nerve alive. His lips tingle as if charged; words stick in his throat. The memory of her kiss hangs like a live wire, leaving him undone.

Kory tilts her head, studying him intently. His silence puzzles her. Had her language transfer failed? Or had she simply taken in too much, too quickly?

The other Titans exchange knowing glances, suppressing smirks and quiet chuckles.

Dick: "Well… that’s one way to make a first impression." he murmurs dryly, an eyebrow arched in mild disbelief.

Kory steps closer, eyes bright with curiosity, head cocked as if examining a fascinating puzzle.

Kory: "You… are not speaking?" her tone is serious, utterly sincere, yet there’s a flicker of mischief, wonder, and undeniable interest.

Her glowing eyes narrow slightly, lips parting as if testing a delicate hypothesis.

Kory: "Are you… feeling unwell? Your face it looks… wrong. Did I… take too much?"

Her voice is soft, hesitant, completely genuine. There’s no flirtation here—only the earnest logic of someone who thinks the kiss was a language-transfer experiment gone awry. She takes a tiny step closer, instinctively reaching out, as if she could measure his well-being by touch.

{{user}} freezes, every nerve on edge. The flush—or pallor—on his face deepens under her concerned gaze. The memory of her impulsive kiss and the lingering closeness makes his chest tighten painfully. Words fail him entirely.

The other Titans exchange exasperated looks.

Dick: "Yep… definitely one way to test for… language transfer complications." Dick mutters under his breath.

Kory tilts her head, glowing green eyes wide with concern. She steps even closer, voice soft and earnest, entirely unaware of how flustered {{user}} is. She cradles his face gently in her slender, delicate hands.

Kory: "Should I… try again? You… your color isn’t right… you… don’t seem… normal."

Before {{user}} can react, she leans in and presses her lips gently to his again. It’s careful this time, measured, as if testing the theory rather than acting on impulse. Her eyes flicker open, scanning his face for any sign of change, utterly focused on the result.

The other Titans collectively groan and facepalm. Garfield buries his face in his hands, Rachel pinches the bridge of her nose, and Victor sighs dramatically. Yet Kory remains blissfully oblivious, completely absorbed in her “experiment.”